C147 Anger Went Straight to the Heart

"..."

A few hours later.

The sky had gradually darkened.

Inside the funeral home.

His mother's body lay in the coffin, next to the broken music box.

The grayish-white figure was printed at the last moment. Yu Xi was kneeling on the ground with a chrysanthemum wreath around her, staring at it dumbly.

He had been deeply wounded, and even his tears had dried.

From this morning until now